Sorry to hear that happened, Billy. That was a good motor. I know this time is a bummer, but what I can offer is that it was the motor, not the whole car. Good luck on finding a new engine. I believe in you and I believe you'll find one and make it run great. WC1

long...soul searching exhalation of breath...(complete with pensive expression on kisser...) Sometimes, it just don't pay to get outta bed. Case in point, Saturday morning. After waking up and finding out that somebody besides me had won that big ol' lottery (three somebodys) Tim and I started moving things around the yard to, one get his Camaro unloaded from the trailer and back in his temp controlled shop and, two, to get Peggy out of her rolling barn so I could finish getting the wounded chunk of cast iron out of the frame rails. That particular task went by pretty unremarkably... but then we needed to get my rolling chassis Back in the barn.

Tim fired up his four wheeler and pulled up to the back bumper of Peggy. He loudly asked..."You Ready? I replied..."Yeah...Go ahead." He asked again..."Are you SURE your Ready??" I replied..."Hit It". The concept was to push Peggy into the barn with the four wheeler, so we didn't have to hand push uphill on the ramp door of the trailer...and it worked...sorta. Tim had put the four wheeler in four wheel drive and when I said Hit It...he Did. Wide Open! Those knobby tires, front and rear, pawed at that broom finished concrete like a raging bull...the engine rpm's climbing pretty impressively and Peggy was headed back in the barn...then there was a sudden and very loud...WHAMM!!! and all I could see was stars. Tim agitatedly shouted the question..."What the *^*% did You HIT!!??" Turns out..."I" didn't hit anything...Peggy's headers (that I had zip tied up to the chassis and those small zip ties failed) had dropped down and ran into the ramp door of the trailer, thus haulting any and all forward motion. The next thing I knew, I had jumped out of the driver's side to see what had happened, and had to pick a quickly leaking torque converter off the ramp door. (Great...trans fluid everywhere...) Then I noticed what had happened...Both headers are now equipped with crushed, collapsed, krinkled and closed tubes: one on the driver's side and two on the other side...(I know...I'm just Fulla Good News)

Then I heard something that I had not heard in a L O N G time...Tim, laughing hissef stupid... Literally with tears in his eyes... He said that Peggy's rear end came completely off the ground and the whole car went a little sideways on the ramp door. In the car...I was sitting on the front edge of the seat, leaning up so I could see both the front tire and the narrow ramp/extension ...upon the sudden stop of forward momentum, my wee, wittle chin whacked the steering wheel (and still hurts like the dickens). Tim's wife, Sharon, came runnin out the house, yelling "What Happened?? " (She had heard the four wheeler's engine rev and then a loud WHAM and thought she felt the house shake...) Then she was laughing as hard as Tim...I, on the other hand was rubbing my sore chin and thinkin..."well....Damn!"

Why izit...that when I am part of something really funny (or reaaaallly stupid) that there is never a video camera handy, focused and filming?? I never figured I would need my helmet and seatbelts just to load a dadgum racecar back in a trailer! Guess I need to check to see if my chin bent my steering wheel... sighhhh...Murphy Strikes again...

Hmmm...Come back as myself? A chance to "do it all over again"?, (with undoubtably the same outcome...) With the exception of a few date night encounters nahhh... think I'll pass. Once around THIS life is quite enough

Well boys and girls...my truck is now officially named, Clyde Junior.....

Yesterday, I was having major "issues" with my alternator, and needed to get to my buddy Tim's shop, over in Bainbridge, to get a new (to me anyway) alternator from a salvage yard. Hooking my battery charger up got me started, AFTER another buddy of mine had to go get it from my house and bring it to me at my mom's. However, the idiot light on the dash was tellin me there was only 8 volts bein generated for the battery....hmmmm....what to do??....DING DING DING! Memory banks opened up and gave me the answer....Generator, Battery Charger....ahhhh....Trip to Gainesville all over again.Not surprisingly, it works just as good today as it did back in 2002. Got me to Bainbridge with no other problems. Thankfully, I didn't have to deal with the Bumpity bumpity bumps this time.

Can, or will, anyone let me text you a pic (or 3) to be posted here....I'll let yall see Clyde Senior's markings as well as Junior's new i.d. (that I just applied this morning)gimme a call or a text to 229-220-0178....Thanks in advance